Why do I work out? Well, in part, it’s so I can eat the occasional pile of absolute crap like this.
The collection of total gastrointestinal catastrophe you’re looking at is a fully-loaded Tank “Road Kill” Dawg, from Tank’s Bar and Grill in Dayton, Ohio. It’s a thick beef hot dog smothered in Tank’s own chili, with sauerkraut, jalapenos, cole slaw, grilled onions, salsa and cheese.
It’s a party in your mouth. It’s probably also 1500 calories. And I don’t care, because before eating this, I did six sets of squats, five sets each of leg press (more on that tomorrow) and leg curls, and planks and perpendicular bench crunches.
So yeah, I’ll have that Tank Dawg. And bring on the sides of hand-cut fries, and I’ll wash it down with a superb Irish draft stout. And then I’ll get up the next day and ride my bicycle for two hours, in the snow.